24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I am part of an active poetry group on the South Coast of MA- called Horizon Glass. I have been published in three anthologies and am working on a chapbook of bird poems. I love puns
Summer fresh
Strawberry shortcake.
Tender, crumbling cake,
Spill of glistening berries,
Mounds of whipped cream-
Taste it!
Sublime, perfection.
Except, look close-
That berry holds half a worm,
You never know when you are eating a worm.
Life is like that too.
It can still be sublime
If you accept the worm.
Bette Low 2020
Small Town Summer Evening
Small town summer evening,
Life on the wraparound porch
Waiting for a cool breeze.
Line of rockers facing the street
Cooking done for the day
Girls finishing up the dishes
Sitting hard with a sigh
Wiping hands on already damp apron
Watching kids circling the barn
Neighbors stop by to chat
Chairs dragged out from the kitchen
Fanning themselves, while telling stories
Watching couples stroll by the river
Listening to the laughter of children
Lone notes from Herman’s saxophone
Dusk is falling over the river
Kids filter back to sit on the steps
Talking about everything and nothing at all.
Bette Low 2020 Marathon
Hello poets! I write from the hidden corner of MA. I have been challenged to do the Marathon by a member of my writing group Horizon Glass Poetry Workshop. My day job as farmer means I am doing the night shift – 9pm to 9am- I plan to get myself out into nature at night for inspiration- so you know there will be at least one firefly poem!